THE PASSIVE CONSUMER (A Christmas poem) Don’t you miss the good old days When the world would end In a nuclear blaze With a radioactive glaze? Now there’s that Plus death by abortion — That is death by political contortion.…

THE BOX OF DREAMS A month after Katie died I found a box behind some hats On her closet shelf With seventeen snapshots From forty-odd years ago. Suntanned faces, smiling faces, Clicking glasses, buffet tables, Bucket hats on deck chairs…

I MIGHT BE GOING The party starts in twenty minutes c’mon let’s go. The pressure of a crowd cacophony of voices Makes me wait, makes me hesitate. Probably see you there I might be going. She’s beautiful she wants to…

HITLER’S BLUE He wakes at dawn With Eva Braun At his side Fingering a tablet of cyanide. In the white of the pill He sees snow, deep and still, Soon to be trampled by Wehrmacht feet Staggering westward in frigid…

TRUTH One day, Satan seemed evil to me, The next day, quite astute. Could truth, in fact, be relative, Instead of absolute? I pondered and I analyzed Until finally I realized My mood and my perception Had led me to…